where's
my asylum
what
happened to my white rubber room
my
bed with straps attached
my
specially made foods
my
rainbow of pills
my
nurse's
and
doctor's
my
electric shock therapy
where
is my safety
my
home away from home
where
is my asylum
they
locked all the doors
turned
off the power
gave
us clean cloths, after a taking a shower
made
us look pretty, paraded us out
into
the city, the country and there about
the
crazies are loose
given
our freedom
what
if
we
really didn't need them
again
I ask, where's my asylum
now
that I'm living on the streets
in
the night I do roam, wild eyed and crazy
singing
a simple song
twinkle
twinkle little bat
:):
Where's
My Asylum
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